Chronic illness
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Drowning in a crippling sensation of hell,
hoping for the toll of the bell,
for that means infinite rest…
If only.
The stabbing pain on the side,
desperately attempting to hide,
Alone with my thoughtsFeeling lost and trapped, right hereI’m falling apart
My body betraysIn my small corner, I cryTears need to get out.
You are now a warriorAged, and a warrior.
I didn’t want to be strongI became a warrior.
All those dead toils and painI became a warrior.
I am so proud of myselfFor I am a warrior.
I am a warriorShooting through the wallset up for meby my diseaseI will NOT give upI will NOT give infor I am a warrior.
The true tragedy is thatonly one of us ever has control over the vocal cords.
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“You have to be strong.”
Those were the words my mother said to me when I was most weak,
When everything in my life seemed bleak.
As I was crying on the cold, hard ground,
The cursor tsks at me with every flash
Impatient for the first mistake
Sneering “I told you so”
Before I have typed a single T
How can I encapsulate every fear, doubt, anxiety
The worst part of chronic illness is the side effects
Not the ones drawn out in thin black text across an orange bottle
I said goodbye to my old life
I said goodbye to my mind
I said goodbye to my body
I said goodbye to a day without pain.
Chronic illness, a storyline in dramatic televsion
Something your grandparents have
I wonder whtat my blood sugar will do if I eat that
yes, I can and will eat that.
Sometimes I just want to be normal
not having to deal with a millions things at once
constantly changing, shifting, moving
Trapped in a body that will not function
The smallest tasks become a challenge
No more running, dancing, or playing
Standing up becomes your new form of exercise
With every step you heart races
My hands are like knives
And my flesh the meat
I carve my body
Aching in defeat
Again and again
Each slice is a blow
To the touch is a rush
I still wish to not know
In the face of every single trial,
The girl had smiled, for she was not afraid,
And with each and every agonizing passing hour,
Her smile grew larger and her eyes shone brighter;
Fatigue and pain lure me to the bleached white hospital bed.All of my joints creak like a rusty swing set, I limp over, and throw myself on the bed.I stare at the clock,My mind says,It’s much too early to sleep.But my body disagrees.This feud ma
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Yesterday I got out of bed
Changed out of my pajamas and into fresh clothes
Splashed water on my face and cleaned my teeth
I laced up my own shoes, i crawled into the bathroom
Dear Doctor,
Since day 23 of the pain, my body has been new land.
You have colonized me, in every way known to man,
It was Valentine’s Day of 2013 when I began wishing you would vanish into an endless black hole. I lied in a hard hospital bed, with wires protruding from every inch of my body. I cried in pain and in fear of this unforgiving migraine. I know I w
My body is the aftermath of a silent war.
Friendly fire has wrecked havoc on my insides
As cell attacks, cell and my mind rebels against itself
My body is the aftermath of a silent war.
Friendly fire has wrecked havoc on my insides
As cell attacks, cell and my mind rebels against itself
I see you through the clear, curved, orange plastic over my eyes
You taste like metal opium
The spoon still stuck between my teeth
Gnaw marks in the handle
From when I tried to swallow it whole, swallow it dry
A Love Letter To My Baby
I still remember you as a baby, how you wouldn't let no body hold you
and how when you didn't want to talk to anybody, even if they knew you.
Ink-smudged hands betray me
Proof that I'm still fighting
My thoughts can be rambunctious
I don't quite know where I am
Tears fall steadily after the trauma
If you came to grips with it, at least
Those around you whisper things like "drama"
Each of us faces a diff'rent beast
Bitter tongued
Weak handed
Exhausted
At the thought of waking up
It came down to this
Fragile heart
Weighted mind
Lonely soul
Oh rambunctious mind
When will you unwind?
You toss & you turn
Like this body of mine
You pound in my head
As if you're filled with dread
The music storms within me
Strains I can't express
I am a chained melody
These chords left unpressed
My soul aches with feeble hands
When that one song plays
As I waited in bed
I watched the frustration
Then the anticipation
As the the old aging man walked in
With white vanilla hair
And the baby blue attire
Being diagnosed was tough
Being unknown was worse.
From here it can only get better,
with the right tools and a little good luck.
Optimism will be my guide.
This will be with me
forever
the first thing you should know is that I know you didn't plan for your life to be this way.
you were not a child who dreamt of life trapped in the four mint colored walls of a hospital room.
Alone
Smell of antiseptic
Machines beep, IV bags bubble
Fluorescent lights give no comfort
Plastic gloved hands do not understand
Bottled up tears do not fall
There is no one to see
Struggle
It’s the only thing I’ve known
For as long as I can remember
The older I get the more control I gain
This is my body
